Scorpion (2014–2018): Season 4, Episode 7 - Go with the Flo(rence) - full transcript
A device that can prevent a nuclear meltdown is lost in the LA sewers and it is up to team Scorpion to find it while dealing with a new tenant next door.
WALTER:
Previously on Scorpion...
Every time you think I should
give you a pat on the back,
just hit that button
and know that even though
I don't say it enough,
I really mean it.
HAPPY'S VOICE:
Attaboy.
I'll submit to the board
after school.
Speaking of which,
I've never had a tardy before,
and I'm not starting now.
And you're not starting now.
- Hey, Patty.
- Yup.
Really don't like
this development.
PAIGE: This is Ian Gleason,
British Intelligence.
Since when do we
work for MI6?
Agent Gallo, you're under arrest
for instigating an escape.
I want a lawyer.
I want to be your attorney.
You want to what?
SYLVESTER:
I care about Cabe,
and I will scour
every law book
and memorize every archaic
regulation to protect him.
I can do this.
I'm just gonna
listen about you and...
your mindset, the upcoming
trial, how you feel.
Whatever you want to say.
(hammering)
Well, I guess if I had to reduce
it to simplest forms, I'm...
I'm concerned.
I'm concerned
about going to prison.
TOBY:
Okay, but the, um...
last few times we've spoken,
you've told me you were, uh...
“worried,” uh,
“apprehensive,”
and “uneasy”,
And now you've added
a fourth synonym to the mix,
so, you're doing great
if this were an SAT prep class.
You don't give yourself
enough credit, Doc.
Listen to what you just told me.
I said it four different ways.
I'm nervous about going
to the Big House.
Nervous.
Now you've said it five ways.
The point is,
I've had the opportunity
to bring up anything else
that's bothering me--
anything else--
and I keep coming back
to the same thing.
That's because
you're deflecting, Cabe.
When someone refuses
to even consider anything other
than the most superficial,
that means there's many
deeper layers to the onion.
You ever think
that I'm a one-layer onion?
I'm tellin' you,
this is a breakthrough.
Saying that you don't have any
issues is not a breakthrough.
I didn't say
I didn't have any issues.
I said I had one issue--
an issue that anyone
who's facing lock-up would have.
I'm anxious
about goin' to the joint.
It's completely normal.
I'm cured!
You did a great job, Doc.
(hammering)
Anxious.
(door closes)
Six synonyms.
How was therapy, old man?
I'm cured.
Good to hear.
It wasn't as bad
as you think.
The mayor was aggressive.
PATTY:
You were rambling.
It was just a shush.
It was shushy and pushy,
and I don't appreciate it.
How's our favorite alderman?
Ineffective.
He explains his ideas
in agonizing detail
until everyone's eyes
glaze over.
It was an 8:00 a.m. meeting.
Maybe they were still groggy.
Some advice?
KISS:
“Keep It Simple, Sylvester.”
Speak to those
guys in a way
they can understand,
like a human.
Not like a lecturer.
Speaking of lectures,
I got to get to school.
ALL:
'Cause you've never had a tardy
and you're not gonna start now.
Damn right.
(hammering)
You can come out now, Romeo.
Pretty weak, Ralphie-boy.
You're one to talk.
You're scared of her, too.
Scared of who?
Donuts.
Patty, Ralph's
girlfriend.
(sighs)
I wish.
Can't even get
her to notice me.
Try not hiding next time.
I can help you
with this one.
Not good.
Ignore her.
Now, Ralph, what
a woman wants,
really wants, is
for you to listen,
truly hear what
is troubling her.
Not half-bad advice.
And then you can quickly
solve that problem for her,
and move on to something
more interesting.
Back to normal.
PAIGE:
Walter! What did you do?
CABE: Sounds like you
have the opportunity
to put that theory
into practice.
What is this?
Well, my sweet, I, uh...
I noticed a plethora
of your beauty aids collecting
and multiplying in my bathroom--
not that you need beauty aids...
Get to it.
So, I threw all
that nonsense away,
and I solved your problem
by creating an organic
nutrient-rich slurry
that fulfills all your needs.
Uh, it moisturizes,
removes makeup,
conditions you hair.
You can even use it
to Spackle the epidural rhytides
on the sides of your mouth.
What the hell's a rhytide?
- It is the medical term for wrinkles.
- Excuse me?!
I'm out of here.
I have one, maybe two,
very minor laugh lines
that only appear in the
brightest of sunlight,
and, for your information, that
is a sign of a joy-filled life.
So, I want
my stuff back.
Did you see how
he solved that problem, Ralph?
It stinks.
I know. Mom's a handful.
No, I mean it stinks in here.
(sniffing)
He's right.
Is Ray back?
Hey, who cut the Monterey Jack?
Hey, guys, there's something's
coming out of this vent.
It smells like rotten egg.
What the hell is that?
Hey, who are you?
(sighs)
My name is Florence Tipton.
I'm your new neighbor.
I just set up my lab
in the adjoining warehouse.
Ooh, a lab. Computer?
Robotics?
The nature
of my work is immaterial, but
if you must know, I'm a chemist.
And I cannot function
with all this distraction.
Oh, you got hit
with the egg smell, too?
No, you misunderstand.
I intentionally directed
a sulfur-based mist
through our shared
ventilation system, because
I was trying to work, and
you were being too loud.
Happy was banging out a dent.
Did you think about asking us
to keep the noise down before
resorting to a stink-bomb?
I banged on the
wall, repeatedly,
but you didn't respond,
most likely because you couldn't
hear over the cacophony,
so, I didn't have
another option.
Surely there was
some other option.
Well, now that I have
your attention, I'd just...
I'd really appreciate it
if you could keep it down.
Have a pleasant day.
Oh.
The mist that I discharged--
that was a two.
Don't make me send in a ten.
(sighs)
(door closes)
Well, I don't like her.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Yeah, this is he.
I don't like
her, either.
Yeah. Comes in here
and tells us what to do.
Who needs her?
If I want to get bossed around,
I got Happy.
Exactly. Plus, I don't stop
wrenching for anyone.
She thinks that was loud,
just wait
until she hears me
working on my bikes.
PAIGE:
Can we stop
piling on for a minute,
look at her point of view?
She's new, she just
set up her lab.
Clearly it's important to her,
and then she finds out her neighbors are...
- Charming?
- Brilliant?
Sexy?
Different.
And sometimes not as considerate
as they could be.
I think we should make an effort
to be nice to her.
You know what they say: you can
catch more flies with honey.
You catch the most flies
with Ethyl Hexanediol.
Or a Tetrofluro-4 compound.
Or a rolled up newspaper.
I give up.
(car horn honks)
Oh. Ralph, carpool.
Just in time.
These guys are
a bad influence.
Team, I just got a call
from Gleason.
MI6 Agent Gleason?
“Cut his finger off to help us
beat a dictator at the UN”
Gleason?
I love that guy.
Easy on the love, darlin'.
WALTER: We'll be
getting a video call
from his fellow agent, Gemma
Franklin, in a few minutes.
His exact words-- “Scorpion is
critical to survival.”
For Britain?
No. For the world.
Agent Gleason sends his best.
This is an extremely
urgent matter.
Yesterday afternoon,
the U.K. lost control
of our 19-K Satellite armed
with military grade lasers.
Military grade?
That violates a host
of international agreements.
Yeah, I don't need
to be told something
I already know, thank you.
We launched the 19-K
to protect our nation
and its allies
from rogue missile attacks.
It was disguised as
telecommunications hardware,
but a group of anarchist hackers
somehow knew its true purpose
and took control of it.
MI6 was, however,
able to obtain the IP address
of whomever is directing
the 19-K.
Let me guess.
Heavily encrypted.
Obviously.
That's why we've come to you.
All we know is the hacker
currently manipulates
our weaponry from somewhere
within a few mile radius
of Los Angeles Airport.
My plane will land there in...
five minutes,
so we might still
have enough time.
What do you mean “enough time”?
GEMMA: The minimal data
we were able to cultivate before
being completely shut out
of the 19-K shows that
the lasers are programmed
to strike somewhere
in Los Angeles.
And as of now, we have...
58 minutes until they fire.
Okay, who's up
for Vegas?
Well, we should be able to
decrypt the IP address,
but we'll need to do it
on the move towards LAX due
to the severe time constraint.
He's right. Gemma, we'll get
prepped and meet up soon.
Okay, Doc,
what do you think?
She pass the sniff test?
I mean, there's multiple
covering markers,
but she's a spy.
She's trained
to hide information, so...
It could be as innocuous
as her real name isn't Gemma,
and that could just be
standard MI6
security protocol,
so, bottom line--
I'm-I'm not picking up any signs
of maliciousness or bad will.
If Agent Gleason backs her,
then she must be all right.
Gleason's a straight shooter,
risked his life alongside us.
I trust him.
WALTER:
Okay.
So, if we're agreed,
let's gear up.
Um, Walter,
I'm not as sure about
Agent Gemma as everyone else is.
Not sure about what?
Don't know.
She's curt, rude even.
Well, she's British.
I just get a vibe from her.
That's all I'm saying.
Paige,
I-I don't know what to do
with a vibe.
Now, I appreciate your concern,
but, uh, we don't have
the time, so,
we got to go, okay?
(car backfires)
PAIGE:
Cabe,
it's a million degrees in here.
Can you turn the AC on?
Doesn't work.
WALTER:
Whoever encrypted this
knew what they were doing.
SYLVESTER: Copy that.
But I am making progress.
Same here.
Can you roll
the back windows down?
They don't work, either.
WALTER:
Sly, the hacker
will probably be operating
from a location
that allows him to be
as close as possible
to the satellite so that when
he fires the laser,
it ensures maximum connectivity.
I don't get it.
They got control,
they got control, right?
Well, you don't
hack a satellite
and then set it
on autopilot.
There's constant readjusting
of the coordinates
as it moves
through the thermosphere.
SYLVESTER:
Hey, I'm looking at
the 19-K's orbit now.
It is over Nevada,
heading directly
towards Western Los Angeles.
WALTER: Or, more specifically,
Venice Beach.
That's where we'll find our guy.
CABE:
Okay.
Gemma will be here any minute.
Walter will lead her and me up
to the hacker's room upstairs.
He'll wait outside.
We'll apprehend the suspect,
and when we give you
the all-clear...
We'll run up and
nerd out on his computer
until we regain control
of the satellite.
(gasps)
Sound plan, Agent Gallo.
I see why they call
you spies “spooks”"
You just scared
the hell out of me.
Save for one issue.
I understand you've been
suspended by Homeland.
You no longer carry a weapon.
- How do you know that?
- I'm MI6.
You should see my file
on this guy.
My point is, when we
breach the room, I take lead.
Understood.
Then, shall we get to it?
Hold on a second.
Cabe, once the team's
into the hacker's computer,
should they focus first
on finding the potential target
so we can start
evacuations in case
something goes wrong and the
satellite can't be reprogrammed?
Is that how you Yanks
go into battle?
Just plan for failure?
Not since the Revolutionary War.
Oh, wait. We won that.
Let me repeat myself.
This might be a joint mission,
but I take lead.
Now, there's no
time to waste.
(trilling)
(whispering): Their signal's
coming from in there.
Don't move!
(Gemma mutters)
Damn it!
(dog barking)
Guys? He had a self-destruct
overload on his laptop.
He made a run for it.
We got to help
track the hacker.
How? We have no idea which
direction he went in!
He's headed for the park!
Come on!
Guess that answers
your question.
(car horn blaring)
Oh.
(tires screech,
horn honks)
(tires squeal)
CABE:
In there!
Hey. All right.
Cover me.
(grunts)
(panting)
Don't move!
You want
to stop the satellite?
You can't do it
without this.
(toilet flushes)
Oh, crap.
♪ Scorpion 4x07 ♪
Go With the Flo(rence)
Original Air Date on November
(Cabe grunts loudly)
Oh, whoa.
Do you hear that?
(grunting continues)
Not good.
Well, that's no
different than the noises
I usually hear when
Cabe's in the bathroom.
Oh, come on!
You better have another
one of those things on you,
or I'm gonna send you headfirst
down that crapper to find it!
Another what?!
A digital password fob.
What's a digital
password fob?
HACKER: It links to
the satellite.
Generates a new password
every 90 seconds.
And the only
way to the 19-K.
WALTER:
And we need it,
'cause this laptop's fried.
(grunts)
It's not in there. It's gone.
You're gonna want
to have that arm removed.
Quick, give me
your key chain.
HAPPY'S VOICE:
Attaboy.
What are you doing
with my Attaboy?
(toilet flushes)
See, that's why
I can't have nice things.
Well, after Collins
escaped, I installed GPS
onto your key chain in case
he kidnapped you again.
Do you see how much
this woman loves me?
I just came in
to urinate.
Now I can't.
Get lost.
Okay, so we track
the key chain via GPS.
Well, it shouldn't be
too far behind the fob
since they were
flushed in succession.
Sly, go with Happy and pull up
the schematics for the sewer.
I'll merge those schematics
with the key chain's GPS signal,
and then we'll be able
to track down
exactly which pipe
it is travelling through.
And it can lead us
to this jerk's fob.
WALTER:
Paige,
Gemma, meet me outside
the motel.
We're going in the sewer.
Oh, lovely.
CABE:
All right.
I'm gonna take
this jackass
back to the garage and see what
info I can get him to spill.
I'll tell you nothing except
the world will soon know
about Imperialist
Britain's illegal weapon.
Yeah, we'll see about that.
I'm gonna go
with him, make sure
he doesn't wind up
killing that guy.
I'll call Homeland.
He may be suspended,
but they should
be alerted.
No. This is a British
operation only.
No one outside your team
is to know.
Paige, I found a manhole
a block from the motel.
You almost here?
PAIGE:
On our way.
Just had a lovely chat
with our new spy friend.
(grunts)
(sighs)
(liquid dripping)
All good! Come on!
Did you see that psycho?
She jumped from, like,
halfway down the ladder.
She's MI6.
Untrustworthy is what she is.
I know, you got a vibe.
I'll talk to her, get a
read, fix everything, okay?
No, not okay.
I am not looking for you to fix
things for me. I'm just venting.
So just support me and say
you understand my frustration.
Oh, okay.
Do you mean
right now or...?
Forget it. Just go.
Oh, okay.
(sighs)
SYLVESTER:
Okay, I pinpointed
your exact location and located
the GPS signal
from the Attaboy key chain.
It's currently flowing
through the pipe
J-37.
PAIGE: Why aren't these pipes
in sequential order?
Stupid Los Angeles.
Here! J-37!
SYLVESTER:
It runs
straight down two stories,
and then north 856 yards.
If you move fast,
you could get ahead of the fob.
You heard him!
Let's move!
All right, keep moving.
Get in there,
sit down and shut up!
Cabe, Cabe, Cabe.
Just give me a minute with him,
I can get him to talk.
I'm not sure your method is the
fastest way to get what we want.
Doc, we got to get him to tell
us where that laser's pointed at
ASAP in case the others
can't find that fob.
Totally.
It's just my brain can get the
information we need faster
and more accurately
than your fists can.
You did get me to open up
about my misgivings
about going to prison.
Misgivings. Seven synonyms.
You got to be kidding me.
Guys, it appears
the Attaboy key chain
is slowing down.
(tires squealing)
(engine revving,
horn honks)
Sweet'N Low coffee packets!
That was a red light!
HAPPY: We don't know what could
happen to those guys down there.
We need to stay
close to the fob
in case we need to
take their place.
I am only going
to say this once.
There is not a chance
in H-E-double-Wizard-Wands
that I am ever going down
into the sewer!
(beeping)
Guys, the Attaboy key chain
has stopped!
Schematics show
a debris trap up ahead.
If it got stuck there,
then the fob is likely
stuck there, as well.
Uh, we're at the trap,
gonna open up
the cover. Uh, Sly,
once we get the fob,
I will tell you the password,
we can access
the satellite and shut it
down. And Gemma, send Sly
the address
for the secured satellite portal
so that he can pull it up now
and save some time.
He'll get it
when I'm topside with him.
Gemma, we only have 28 minutes.
Every second counts.
He will be accessing
a British satellite.
I need to be present
for every keystroke
to make sure all goes smoothly.
Yes, I know. Your vibe,
but right now, we
need to open the trap.
And, that should do it.
Oh, there's the Attaboy...
in a pile of the grossest stuff
ever flushed down L.A. toilets.
I don't see the fob.
WALTER: Here we are.
There.
(groaning)
Oh, there's a problem.
The screen's torn.
The fob must have
slipped through.
(scoffs) The pipe forks
in two directions.
SYLVESTER:
Pipe on the left heads east,
hooks up to a larger conduit.
Pipe on the right heads west
towards the Hermosa
waste treatment facility.
Okay, I'll go west,
you two go east.
HAPPY:
Uh, don't forget my husband's
Christmas gift!
It's in sewage.
It's a one-of-a-kind trinket.
Go fishing.
Ew.
(groaning)
HAPPY'S VOICE:
Attaboy!
Oh.
(sighs)
(groans)
So why don't you just tell
me where you're from, hmm?
Okay, I know
it's not L.A.,
'cause you'd never let a
weapon of mass destruction
strike where family lives, and,
I mean, even if you'd moved,
there'd be all those emotional
connections to your hometown.
Listen, you're not gonna
shrink me.
Want to know why?
Because the only
emotional connection I have
is to my cause.
And it's a cause
that I and my associates
plan on seeing through.
CABE:
Doc.
Just one second.
Hey...
I just heard from Walter.
They can't find the fob,
so I sure as hell hope
you got good news.
Cabe, this guy,
he-he's an ideologue.
He is hell-bent on
exposing Britain
by having their own satellite
attack the U.S.
I don't think there's
any way he's gonna reveal
the specific target before the
laser's been fired, Cabe.
W-We might be screwed here.
You're right.
As long as he thinks
he hasn't achieved his goals,
he's not gonna
tell us squat.
Cabe, trying to beat
the truth out of him
is not gonna work.
He is intractable.
Don't worry,
I have a plan.
I can make him sing.
Looks like they
sent in the “B” team.
Oh, great job, Cabe.
Better hope he sings
in his sleep.
Wake up!
(sirens approaching)
Looks like things got
interesting while I was out.
Oh, you happy,
you son of a bitch?
The laser fired, and there
is massive destruction,
all because of you
and your friends.
CABE:
Come on, Doc,
you got to get him to talk about
the target's location.
You can do this.
(siren sounds playing)
You... you caused
complete mayhem!
The logistics alone of
fixing what you destroyed
are impossible to figure.
And the dead...
(siren and helicopter sounds playing)
There are countless dead!
Yeah.
And that number's
just gonna get worse.
In a few years, when people
in the fallout zone
start getting sick...
Fallout zone?
Did you hear him?
It's nuclear.
Guys, the target
is nuclear.
We only have about 22 minutes
until the laser show.
There are only three
nuclear facilities in L.A.
You have the nuclear waste
storage depot in Lancaster,
the reactor in Pomona,
and the raw manufacturing plant
in Torrance.
Get the exact location.
If that laser hits
any of those facilities,
then the fallout
could kill millions.
You need to get that fob
before the satellite fires.
PAIGE:
In the process
of doing that right now, but
it's not like it's the key chain
giving us a signal to follow.
Oh, man, yes, it is.
The fob self-generates
its password,
so it must have
a Wi-Fi transmitter.
Check the Wi-Fi locator
on your phone.
If you get close to the fob,
you'll pick up
its Wi-Fi signal.
PAIGE:
Mm, no, nothing yet.
Me neither.
Then we keep moving
till we locate it.
Those guys are searching for
a 4½-ounce digital device
that's lost somewhere in the
massive L.A. sewer system.
The odds are overwhelming
they're not gonna track it down,
so we have to figure out which
of the three nuclear facilities
is in the crosshairs
so we can evacuate.
FLORENCE:
Was I not
direct with you people?
I thought I made
myself very clear.
(siren sound effects
continue playing)
Sirens?
Flashing lights-- is this
some kind of a party?
(trailer door opens)
Oh...
(sirens stop)
It seems that it is
some kind of party.
Uh,
I do not wish
to attend this party.
(grunting)
We can explain.
No need.
Good day.
Okay, she thinks
we kidnapped this guy,
she's gonna call
the actual cops.
They'll take him away from us.
You handle her.
Oh, Florence...
You guys were faking it?
You damn lying cops!
Still got nothing on my phone.
You got anything?
Yes, Paige, I got it,
but I'm not telling you
'cause I'm a double agent.
You really don't
trust me, do you?
Truthfully, no, I don't.
WALTER: Paige,
I think you'd feel
a lot better
if you just focused
on the task at hand.
Damn it, Walter, you focus
on the task at hand.
Don't try to solve
this problem for me.
Gemma, you are hiding something,
and it's more
than just your real name.
It could be benign,
or it could
be bad,
but one thing is for sure,
it is real,
and it is more than
just a vibe I have.
Ooh, I love it when you
Americans give speeches.
So John Wayne.
(trilling)
We got a Wi-Fi signal.
It's got to be the fob.
SYLVESTER:
There's a shutoff valve about
a quarter of a mile north
from where you are.
If you close it before
the fob passes through it,
then you can retrieve it
from a hatch in the pipe,
300 yards from your
current location.
On it.
Walter, I'll meet you
at the hatch.
Coming.
Okay, please, just
let me leave, okay?
I told you, we work
for the government.
You have nothing
to be concerned about.
I won't tell anyone
what I saw here today.
That's 'cause you didn't
see anything.
There was nothing untoward
going on here.
I saw a freaky,
terrifying man.
That's just Cabe.
No.
The man that you kidnapped.
You can call Homeland
Security, all right?
They're gonna vouch for us.
We don't kidnap.
We don't hold people
against their will.
All right, look,
I am gonna let you go,
but you need to promise me that
you'll just get in your car
and drive as far as you can
out of Los Angeles.
If you and your
weirdo friends think
that you're going to
intimidate me into moving
when I just set up my lab,
you are mistaken, sir.
Disengaging the shutoff valve
now!
Okay, we're at the hatch.
And the fob has to be in it
because I'm getting
a real strong Wi-Fi signal.
It's the strongest one yet.
Oh!
Oh...
(groans)
All right.
Okay, it should be in here,
but it's real dark,
it's hard to see.
Oh, I think I see
a blinking light.
Can you shine your
phone on it, please?
(rat squeaks loudly)
Whoa!
A rat's got the fob! Get it!
Okay...
(squeaking)
I got it cornered.
Oh, it must be attracted
to the slight vibrations
emanating from the fob.
It won't give it up
without a fight.
PAIGE:
Oh, great.
I have to tell
you something.
When I was on real hard
times, Ralph and I stayed
at a rat-infested
motel for a month,
and I developed a deep-seated
fear of these things.
You know, I am so sorry
to hear about that.
I understand your fears,
and I validate them.
I am not looking
for your understanding,
just solve the damn problem
and grab the rat.
I have no idea what you want
me to do anymore.
- Grab the rat!
- Fine!
(squeaking)
(screams)
Paige, grab the rat!
Oh, my God! Oh...
Uh, there's a drain back here.
The little sucker got
swept off into the river.
It's gone.
Rats.
That drain leads to the Hermosa
sewerage treatment plant.
It empties out
into a holding tank
that grinds up the debris
that's been washed downstream.
If we don't get that rat
before it reaches that facility,
Th-then the rat and the fob
will be ground to bits.
HAPPY: And we'll have
a nuclear disaster
on our hands,
'cause the satellite fires
in, uh, 16 minutes.
Okay, we're not far
from the treatment facility
now-- meet us there.
Socket wrench.
Ball-peen hammer.
Hacksaw.
Happy sure does have
some nice tools.
Cabe, can you
step outside a minute?
Yeah.
Be right back.
What is that, a stud finder?
You know, I can't
go near those things.
They always go off.
CABE:
Doc!
Are you crazy? What's the
deal with those tools?
I was just trying
to scare the guy into talking.
I wasn't gonna
hurt him... yet.
Cabe, he and his ilk,
they are anarchists.
Maybe you could
break him eventually,
but they've prepped for the
rough stuff if captured.
We don't have the time
to wait it out.
Wait, you got an idea?
Just spit it out.
No, no, no, no, no.
It's not my idea,
it's his idea.
Follow my logic.
If you're a
violent nutjob,
and you want to
really hurt people,
you come up with the
most horrible thing
you could do
to someone, right?
Like laser a nuclear facility.
Yeah.
You plan it, and
then you repeat it
over and over
in your head
till you can almost feel
the horror that you're
gonna cause others.
I mean, in fact,
this was so awful that, when you
come to after being knocked out,
you almost instantly mention
the nuclear fallout--
how it's gonna
riddle your victims
with radiation poisoning.
Now, can you imagine
how he would react
if his most terrible plan
was turned on him?
I got to find a map.
Where you going?
That dirtbag's gonna
get radiation poisoning.
And the tools were too much?
(tires screeching)
Come on, we got to find
the entry hatch
down to the holding tank.
Didn't you hear me
when I said
there's no way
I'm going into the sewer?
Move it, you baby.
Is that the pipe
that's fed from the drain?
According to the schematics.
Okay, grab a skimmer
and hold it under that pipe.
I'm gonna lean over the rail
and try to find
a Wi-Fi signal on my phone
so we'll know when
the rat's coming out.
I get to touch a rat?
This just keeps getting better.
TOBY:
See that?
Those are the three
nuclear facilities in L.A.
I've drawn a 30-mile
fallout radius
around each one.
Nowhere near us,
but you already knew that.
But right here,
where they intersect,
that is where there's going
to be substantial fallout
no matter which location is hit.
And guess what?
That's where you're going, pal.
Uh, you can't do that.
You're cops.
Am I? The British bird
had a gun and a badge.
I'm not carrying anything.
I'm no cop, dummy.
TOBY: And me,
I'm just a shrink,
a genius, and,
from what I'm told,
an enthusiastic lover.
CABE:
And I'm a suspended agent
with no badge, no gun,
no job and no reason
not to drag your sorry ass
to nuke central.
TOBY: See, what we're
gonna do is, uh,
gag you and then tie you up.
And then, we're gonna leave
you in the trunk of a car
with the taillight kicked in
so that you can breathe in
all that nastiness you've
unleashed on the city.
All that ungodly hell
you imagined would happen
to your victims,
it's gonna happen to you.
Yeah, you'll be hoisted upon
your own nuclear petard.
Have you ever seen what
radioactive exposure does
to the respiratory system?
Whew...
(whispers): Bronchogenic
carcinoma is ugly business.
Let's go for a ride.
All right, all right, all right.
The target is a nuclear
power plant in Pomona.
Guys, the target is
the Pomona nuclear power plant.
Repeat, the Pomona
nuclear power plant.
Copy that,
my enthusiastic lover.
Yeah, we heard it all.
Okay, good work.
Uh, Cabe, call the PD.
- Have the area evacuated.
- Already on it.
Sly, I need your tablet.
Can you give him my tablet?
Don't drop it.
Uh, no offense, Walter, I think
I should probably catch it.
I concur.
One, two, three.
Okay, good work.
Now, Gemma, I need you to
get me onto the satellite
for the control portal
so that when we get the fob,
we can enter in the password
and shut down the laser.
Four minutes until
detonation.
Where the hell is
that damn rat?
It's got to be on its way out
any second
'cause my Wi-Fi is at full bars.
Sly, get ready.
(grunts)
(rat squeaks)
(squeaking)
(laughing):
Yes!
Nice work, Sly!
(screaming)
Sly!
Sly!
Help!
Sly!
Help me!
WALTER: Sly, don't let
the force pull you under
or the grinder
will tear you apart!
Help!
(blades whirring)
TOBY:
Well, move parallel
to the water's pull--
if you fight it too much,
you're gonna get exhausted
and go under.
Find that fob. The satellite
fires in two minutes!
Don't think I can
stay up much longer!
Help!
(gurgling):
Help me!
I think I lost the rat!
Um, no you didn't.
(rat squeaking)
(shouting)
Mr. Rodent, be cool.
(grunting)
Oh.
Oh, I got it.
Here!
“91287656.”
Okay.
I'm in control of the satellite.
Help!
Sly's losing strength.
WALTER: Damn it, final countdown
protocol's already begun.
I-I can't stop
the laser from firing.
Walter!
Do something.
Uh, uh...
Toby, how thick
is the concrete shield
around the Pomona reactor?
All right,
pulling up the specs
on the public works site now.
- Why?
- 'Cause I am gonna
redirect the laser to strike
where we are now.
PAIGE: What?
It'll kill all of us.
No. It will save
both the nuclear reactor
and Sly.
If the laser
hits a reactor,
the nuclear material
will cause an explosion,
but there are no
munitions in here.
It would be a
surgical strike
on the motor running the
gears below Sly's feet.
I follow your thinking, boss,
and I like it.
Waitress, give me
my husband's key chain.
(groans)
(quietly):
Okay.
HAPPY'S VOICE:
Attaboy.
More like attagirl.
20 seconds.
CABE:
Concrete casing
is 12 feet thick.
WALTER: Good.
This facility's only half that;
the laser will penetrate.
I hope you know
what you're doing.
Uh, me, too, because I'm done
redirecting the laser
to fire on the GPS coordinates
of the key chain.
Ten seconds!
Uh, everybody get down.
PAIGE:
But you said we
couldn't explode!
Yeah, I know, but y-you know.
Space laser.
In five seconds!
SYLVESTER:
Walter!
(rumbling)
I'm okay!
I'm okay, I'm okay.
Sly! Just hold on a bit, pal.
We're gonna get a rope
to pull you out.
Could you hurry up?
There's a rat swimming around
down here with me.
Yeah.
(rat squeaking)
Bro, you're gonna
take your skin off.
I am forever unclean.
GEMMA: Agent Gleason
thanks you all
for your incredible work today.
As do parliament
and the royal family.
The royal family?
Hey, that's not bad.
Uh, Gemma?
When I was in control
of the satellite, I
noticed coding patterns
that were clearly
not British.
Not even Western.
That wasn't a British satellite,
was it?
No.
But it is now.
Be well, Scorpion.
(door closes)
She tricked us into stealing
a satellite for MI6!
I told you I had a vibe about
her. I'm calling Homeland.
Paige, um, I'm still figuring
out our relationship,
but one thing I know for certain
is you know people.
You have a vibe, I take note.
So when I was controlling
the satellite,
I changed its orbit.
It'll spin into deep
space within six hours.
It's useless to them.
Are you mad that
I solved your problem?
Course not.
You trusted me.
I'm never gonna figure this out.
Welcome to women, son.
England's gonna be mad.
They let hackers compromise
it; they weren't ready
for such a weapon.
Oh, man. I better make sure
that payment from MI6
wired through
before they find out
what you did.
(buffer stops)
HAPPY'S VOICE:
Attaboy.
TOBY:
Hey.
A new Attaboy.
(quietly):
That's my girl.
HAPPY:
Hey, roomie.
Ha, “roomie.”
Those were good times.
Even if you did
cheat at board games.
What?
Listen, dummy.
Take it from me.
Being closed off is not the best
way to deal with your problems.
I'm not closed off.
Come on, man.
You're “bank on Sunday” closed.
Is this coming from Toby?
You'd think
he was charging me
the way he wants
to keep me in therapy.
And our talks are confidential.
All he said
was you quit sessions
and he's worried.
'Cause he cares about you,
and I do, too.
And I know that if I had
something going on
that a doctor needed to look at,
you'd drag me to the hospital
if I wouldn't go.
Okay, you better be back
in the trailer tomorrow,
or I'll drag you there myself.
Money's deposited. We're good.
(Paige clears throat)
(whispers):
What's, um...
what's Ralph working on?
A gift for Patty.
It's an atomic watch.
Oh, I hate this crush.
She's too old for him,
and she's gonna break his heart.
Can't you say something
genius to cool his jets?
Yes, but I won't.
Paige, the reason
why I am so clueless, uh,
with relationships as an adult
is because I never experimented
with them when I was a kid.
Now, do you really want Ralph
to end up the same way
that you found me
three years ago?
No, I... I just don't
want him to get hurt.
Sounds like you're trying
to solve his problem.
Maybe we should just
support him?
Don't use my words against me.
Okay, well,
with respect to Patty, I'm going
to withhold my judgment
until I have all the facts.
PATTY: Sylvester, let's go.
Council meeting in 20 minutes.
Well, get ready
to collect some data.
We're debating pooper-
scooper legislation.
Great. More poop.
Let me just pack up.
Hey, Patty. I
made this for you.
An atomic watch.
Know how much you care
about punctuality,
so, you'll never have to stress
about being late again.
Cool. Thanks, kiddo.
(quietly):
Nice work.
My woman had a problem,
and I solved it.
I don't know where he got that.
(door opens)
We got to start
locking that door.
TOBY:
Hey, Flo.
What can we do for you?
FLORENCE:
It's Florence.
I tried to get out
of my lease. I cannot.
So I think
that we need to
lay down some ground rules.
One,
quiet is important to me,
so I would appreciate it
if you kept it down
when possible.
Sounds reasonable.
And I agree that I will
reach out to you first,
before using chemical warfare,
so to speak.
Also reasonable.
Though I will knock
before entering, so that I don't
interrupt your activities
with any more bound
and gagged men.
I assure you,
that rarely happens.
PAIGE: You know,
you can even knock
when we're being quiet.
Just to stop by
and grab some coffee.
We're neighbors, right?
Okay.
When I was in high school,
the chemistry lab
was next to the gym.
Kids used to throw basketballs
at the wall to disturb my work.
She sounds like us.
See? Just needed
to give her a chance.
Well, I'm withholding judgment
until I have more facts.
(insects chirping, cat meows)
Hey.
Hey.
Well?
“Well,” what?
Look at me, Walter. I...
I didn't have
any of my beauty products.
Don't you see why
I need all that stuff now?
I see absolutely no difference.
You're kidding me.
No.
All I see is the most beautiful
woman that I have ever seen.
I-I truly see no difference.
You know how
you were confused today
about the right thing
or the wrong thing to say?
You just said
the exact right thing.
Ow.
I-I think I have my hand
stuck in your hair...
- I know, just don't pull-- ow, ow.
- Okay.
Ow.
Yeah.
Maybe a slight difference
without the conditioner.
(both laugh softly)
Previously on Scorpion...
Every time you think I should
give you a pat on the back,
just hit that button
and know that even though
I don't say it enough,
I really mean it.
HAPPY'S VOICE:
Attaboy.
I'll submit to the board
after school.
Speaking of which,
I've never had a tardy before,
and I'm not starting now.
And you're not starting now.
- Hey, Patty.
- Yup.
Really don't like
this development.
PAIGE: This is Ian Gleason,
British Intelligence.
Since when do we
work for MI6?
Agent Gallo, you're under arrest
for instigating an escape.
I want a lawyer.
I want to be your attorney.
You want to what?
SYLVESTER:
I care about Cabe,
and I will scour
every law book
and memorize every archaic
regulation to protect him.
I can do this.
I'm just gonna
listen about you and...
your mindset, the upcoming
trial, how you feel.
Whatever you want to say.
(hammering)
Well, I guess if I had to reduce
it to simplest forms, I'm...
I'm concerned.
I'm concerned
about going to prison.
TOBY:
Okay, but the, um...
last few times we've spoken,
you've told me you were, uh...
“worried,” uh,
“apprehensive,”
and “uneasy”,
And now you've added
a fourth synonym to the mix,
so, you're doing great
if this were an SAT prep class.
You don't give yourself
enough credit, Doc.
Listen to what you just told me.
I said it four different ways.
I'm nervous about going
to the Big House.
Nervous.
Now you've said it five ways.
The point is,
I've had the opportunity
to bring up anything else
that's bothering me--
anything else--
and I keep coming back
to the same thing.
That's because
you're deflecting, Cabe.
When someone refuses
to even consider anything other
than the most superficial,
that means there's many
deeper layers to the onion.
You ever think
that I'm a one-layer onion?
I'm tellin' you,
this is a breakthrough.
Saying that you don't have any
issues is not a breakthrough.
I didn't say
I didn't have any issues.
I said I had one issue--
an issue that anyone
who's facing lock-up would have.
I'm anxious
about goin' to the joint.
It's completely normal.
I'm cured!
You did a great job, Doc.
(hammering)
Anxious.
(door closes)
Six synonyms.
How was therapy, old man?
I'm cured.
Good to hear.
It wasn't as bad
as you think.
The mayor was aggressive.
PATTY:
You were rambling.
It was just a shush.
It was shushy and pushy,
and I don't appreciate it.
How's our favorite alderman?
Ineffective.
He explains his ideas
in agonizing detail
until everyone's eyes
glaze over.
It was an 8:00 a.m. meeting.
Maybe they were still groggy.
Some advice?
KISS:
“Keep It Simple, Sylvester.”
Speak to those
guys in a way
they can understand,
like a human.
Not like a lecturer.
Speaking of lectures,
I got to get to school.
ALL:
'Cause you've never had a tardy
and you're not gonna start now.
Damn right.
(hammering)
You can come out now, Romeo.
Pretty weak, Ralphie-boy.
You're one to talk.
You're scared of her, too.
Scared of who?
Donuts.
Patty, Ralph's
girlfriend.
(sighs)
I wish.
Can't even get
her to notice me.
Try not hiding next time.
I can help you
with this one.
Not good.
Ignore her.
Now, Ralph, what
a woman wants,
really wants, is
for you to listen,
truly hear what
is troubling her.
Not half-bad advice.
And then you can quickly
solve that problem for her,
and move on to something
more interesting.
Back to normal.
PAIGE:
Walter! What did you do?
CABE: Sounds like you
have the opportunity
to put that theory
into practice.
What is this?
Well, my sweet, I, uh...
I noticed a plethora
of your beauty aids collecting
and multiplying in my bathroom--
not that you need beauty aids...
Get to it.
So, I threw all
that nonsense away,
and I solved your problem
by creating an organic
nutrient-rich slurry
that fulfills all your needs.
Uh, it moisturizes,
removes makeup,
conditions you hair.
You can even use it
to Spackle the epidural rhytides
on the sides of your mouth.
What the hell's a rhytide?
- It is the medical term for wrinkles.
- Excuse me?!
I'm out of here.
I have one, maybe two,
very minor laugh lines
that only appear in the
brightest of sunlight,
and, for your information, that
is a sign of a joy-filled life.
So, I want
my stuff back.
Did you see how
he solved that problem, Ralph?
It stinks.
I know. Mom's a handful.
No, I mean it stinks in here.
(sniffing)
He's right.
Is Ray back?
Hey, who cut the Monterey Jack?
Hey, guys, there's something's
coming out of this vent.
It smells like rotten egg.
What the hell is that?
Hey, who are you?
(sighs)
My name is Florence Tipton.
I'm your new neighbor.
I just set up my lab
in the adjoining warehouse.
Ooh, a lab. Computer?
Robotics?
The nature
of my work is immaterial, but
if you must know, I'm a chemist.
And I cannot function
with all this distraction.
Oh, you got hit
with the egg smell, too?
No, you misunderstand.
I intentionally directed
a sulfur-based mist
through our shared
ventilation system, because
I was trying to work, and
you were being too loud.
Happy was banging out a dent.
Did you think about asking us
to keep the noise down before
resorting to a stink-bomb?
I banged on the
wall, repeatedly,
but you didn't respond,
most likely because you couldn't
hear over the cacophony,
so, I didn't have
another option.
Surely there was
some other option.
Well, now that I have
your attention, I'd just...
I'd really appreciate it
if you could keep it down.
Have a pleasant day.
Oh.
The mist that I discharged--
that was a two.
Don't make me send in a ten.
(sighs)
(door closes)
Well, I don't like her.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Yeah, this is he.
I don't like
her, either.
Yeah. Comes in here
and tells us what to do.
Who needs her?
If I want to get bossed around,
I got Happy.
Exactly. Plus, I don't stop
wrenching for anyone.
She thinks that was loud,
just wait
until she hears me
working on my bikes.
PAIGE:
Can we stop
piling on for a minute,
look at her point of view?
She's new, she just
set up her lab.
Clearly it's important to her,
and then she finds out her neighbors are...
- Charming?
- Brilliant?
Sexy?
Different.
And sometimes not as considerate
as they could be.
I think we should make an effort
to be nice to her.
You know what they say: you can
catch more flies with honey.
You catch the most flies
with Ethyl Hexanediol.
Or a Tetrofluro-4 compound.
Or a rolled up newspaper.
I give up.
(car horn honks)
Oh. Ralph, carpool.
Just in time.
These guys are
a bad influence.
Team, I just got a call
from Gleason.
MI6 Agent Gleason?
“Cut his finger off to help us
beat a dictator at the UN”
Gleason?
I love that guy.
Easy on the love, darlin'.
WALTER: We'll be
getting a video call
from his fellow agent, Gemma
Franklin, in a few minutes.
His exact words-- “Scorpion is
critical to survival.”
For Britain?
No. For the world.
Agent Gleason sends his best.
This is an extremely
urgent matter.
Yesterday afternoon,
the U.K. lost control
of our 19-K Satellite armed
with military grade lasers.
Military grade?
That violates a host
of international agreements.
Yeah, I don't need
to be told something
I already know, thank you.
We launched the 19-K
to protect our nation
and its allies
from rogue missile attacks.
It was disguised as
telecommunications hardware,
but a group of anarchist hackers
somehow knew its true purpose
and took control of it.
MI6 was, however,
able to obtain the IP address
of whomever is directing
the 19-K.
Let me guess.
Heavily encrypted.
Obviously.
That's why we've come to you.
All we know is the hacker
currently manipulates
our weaponry from somewhere
within a few mile radius
of Los Angeles Airport.
My plane will land there in...
five minutes,
so we might still
have enough time.
What do you mean “enough time”?
GEMMA: The minimal data
we were able to cultivate before
being completely shut out
of the 19-K shows that
the lasers are programmed
to strike somewhere
in Los Angeles.
And as of now, we have...
58 minutes until they fire.
Okay, who's up
for Vegas?
Well, we should be able to
decrypt the IP address,
but we'll need to do it
on the move towards LAX due
to the severe time constraint.
He's right. Gemma, we'll get
prepped and meet up soon.
Okay, Doc,
what do you think?
She pass the sniff test?
I mean, there's multiple
covering markers,
but she's a spy.
She's trained
to hide information, so...
It could be as innocuous
as her real name isn't Gemma,
and that could just be
standard MI6
security protocol,
so, bottom line--
I'm-I'm not picking up any signs
of maliciousness or bad will.
If Agent Gleason backs her,
then she must be all right.
Gleason's a straight shooter,
risked his life alongside us.
I trust him.
WALTER:
Okay.
So, if we're agreed,
let's gear up.
Um, Walter,
I'm not as sure about
Agent Gemma as everyone else is.
Not sure about what?
Don't know.
She's curt, rude even.
Well, she's British.
I just get a vibe from her.
That's all I'm saying.
Paige,
I-I don't know what to do
with a vibe.
Now, I appreciate your concern,
but, uh, we don't have
the time, so,
we got to go, okay?
(car backfires)
PAIGE:
Cabe,
it's a million degrees in here.
Can you turn the AC on?
Doesn't work.
WALTER:
Whoever encrypted this
knew what they were doing.
SYLVESTER: Copy that.
But I am making progress.
Same here.
Can you roll
the back windows down?
They don't work, either.
WALTER:
Sly, the hacker
will probably be operating
from a location
that allows him to be
as close as possible
to the satellite so that when
he fires the laser,
it ensures maximum connectivity.
I don't get it.
They got control,
they got control, right?
Well, you don't
hack a satellite
and then set it
on autopilot.
There's constant readjusting
of the coordinates
as it moves
through the thermosphere.
SYLVESTER:
Hey, I'm looking at
the 19-K's orbit now.
It is over Nevada,
heading directly
towards Western Los Angeles.
WALTER: Or, more specifically,
Venice Beach.
That's where we'll find our guy.
CABE:
Okay.
Gemma will be here any minute.
Walter will lead her and me up
to the hacker's room upstairs.
He'll wait outside.
We'll apprehend the suspect,
and when we give you
the all-clear...
We'll run up and
nerd out on his computer
until we regain control
of the satellite.
(gasps)
Sound plan, Agent Gallo.
I see why they call
you spies “spooks”"
You just scared
the hell out of me.
Save for one issue.
I understand you've been
suspended by Homeland.
You no longer carry a weapon.
- How do you know that?
- I'm MI6.
You should see my file
on this guy.
My point is, when we
breach the room, I take lead.
Understood.
Then, shall we get to it?
Hold on a second.
Cabe, once the team's
into the hacker's computer,
should they focus first
on finding the potential target
so we can start
evacuations in case
something goes wrong and the
satellite can't be reprogrammed?
Is that how you Yanks
go into battle?
Just plan for failure?
Not since the Revolutionary War.
Oh, wait. We won that.
Let me repeat myself.
This might be a joint mission,
but I take lead.
Now, there's no
time to waste.
(trilling)
(whispering): Their signal's
coming from in there.
Don't move!
(Gemma mutters)
Damn it!
(dog barking)
Guys? He had a self-destruct
overload on his laptop.
He made a run for it.
We got to help
track the hacker.
How? We have no idea which
direction he went in!
He's headed for the park!
Come on!
Guess that answers
your question.
(car horn blaring)
Oh.
(tires screech,
horn honks)
(tires squeal)
CABE:
In there!
Hey. All right.
Cover me.
(grunts)
(panting)
Don't move!
You want
to stop the satellite?
You can't do it
without this.
(toilet flushes)
Oh, crap.
♪ Scorpion 4x07 ♪
Go With the Flo(rence)
Original Air Date on November
(Cabe grunts loudly)
Oh, whoa.
Do you hear that?
(grunting continues)
Not good.
Well, that's no
different than the noises
I usually hear when
Cabe's in the bathroom.
Oh, come on!
You better have another
one of those things on you,
or I'm gonna send you headfirst
down that crapper to find it!
Another what?!
A digital password fob.
What's a digital
password fob?
HACKER: It links to
the satellite.
Generates a new password
every 90 seconds.
And the only
way to the 19-K.
WALTER:
And we need it,
'cause this laptop's fried.
(grunts)
It's not in there. It's gone.
You're gonna want
to have that arm removed.
Quick, give me
your key chain.
HAPPY'S VOICE:
Attaboy.
What are you doing
with my Attaboy?
(toilet flushes)
See, that's why
I can't have nice things.
Well, after Collins
escaped, I installed GPS
onto your key chain in case
he kidnapped you again.
Do you see how much
this woman loves me?
I just came in
to urinate.
Now I can't.
Get lost.
Okay, so we track
the key chain via GPS.
Well, it shouldn't be
too far behind the fob
since they were
flushed in succession.
Sly, go with Happy and pull up
the schematics for the sewer.
I'll merge those schematics
with the key chain's GPS signal,
and then we'll be able
to track down
exactly which pipe
it is travelling through.
And it can lead us
to this jerk's fob.
WALTER:
Paige,
Gemma, meet me outside
the motel.
We're going in the sewer.
Oh, lovely.
CABE:
All right.
I'm gonna take
this jackass
back to the garage and see what
info I can get him to spill.
I'll tell you nothing except
the world will soon know
about Imperialist
Britain's illegal weapon.
Yeah, we'll see about that.
I'm gonna go
with him, make sure
he doesn't wind up
killing that guy.
I'll call Homeland.
He may be suspended,
but they should
be alerted.
No. This is a British
operation only.
No one outside your team
is to know.
Paige, I found a manhole
a block from the motel.
You almost here?
PAIGE:
On our way.
Just had a lovely chat
with our new spy friend.
(grunts)
(sighs)
(liquid dripping)
All good! Come on!
Did you see that psycho?
She jumped from, like,
halfway down the ladder.
She's MI6.
Untrustworthy is what she is.
I know, you got a vibe.
I'll talk to her, get a
read, fix everything, okay?
No, not okay.
I am not looking for you to fix
things for me. I'm just venting.
So just support me and say
you understand my frustration.
Oh, okay.
Do you mean
right now or...?
Forget it. Just go.
Oh, okay.
(sighs)
SYLVESTER:
Okay, I pinpointed
your exact location and located
the GPS signal
from the Attaboy key chain.
It's currently flowing
through the pipe
J-37.
PAIGE: Why aren't these pipes
in sequential order?
Stupid Los Angeles.
Here! J-37!
SYLVESTER:
It runs
straight down two stories,
and then north 856 yards.
If you move fast,
you could get ahead of the fob.
You heard him!
Let's move!
All right, keep moving.
Get in there,
sit down and shut up!
Cabe, Cabe, Cabe.
Just give me a minute with him,
I can get him to talk.
I'm not sure your method is the
fastest way to get what we want.
Doc, we got to get him to tell
us where that laser's pointed at
ASAP in case the others
can't find that fob.
Totally.
It's just my brain can get the
information we need faster
and more accurately
than your fists can.
You did get me to open up
about my misgivings
about going to prison.
Misgivings. Seven synonyms.
You got to be kidding me.
Guys, it appears
the Attaboy key chain
is slowing down.
(tires squealing)
(engine revving,
horn honks)
Sweet'N Low coffee packets!
That was a red light!
HAPPY: We don't know what could
happen to those guys down there.
We need to stay
close to the fob
in case we need to
take their place.
I am only going
to say this once.
There is not a chance
in H-E-double-Wizard-Wands
that I am ever going down
into the sewer!
(beeping)
Guys, the Attaboy key chain
has stopped!
Schematics show
a debris trap up ahead.
If it got stuck there,
then the fob is likely
stuck there, as well.
Uh, we're at the trap,
gonna open up
the cover. Uh, Sly,
once we get the fob,
I will tell you the password,
we can access
the satellite and shut it
down. And Gemma, send Sly
the address
for the secured satellite portal
so that he can pull it up now
and save some time.
He'll get it
when I'm topside with him.
Gemma, we only have 28 minutes.
Every second counts.
He will be accessing
a British satellite.
I need to be present
for every keystroke
to make sure all goes smoothly.
Yes, I know. Your vibe,
but right now, we
need to open the trap.
And, that should do it.
Oh, there's the Attaboy...
in a pile of the grossest stuff
ever flushed down L.A. toilets.
I don't see the fob.
WALTER: Here we are.
There.
(groaning)
Oh, there's a problem.
The screen's torn.
The fob must have
slipped through.
(scoffs) The pipe forks
in two directions.
SYLVESTER:
Pipe on the left heads east,
hooks up to a larger conduit.
Pipe on the right heads west
towards the Hermosa
waste treatment facility.
Okay, I'll go west,
you two go east.
HAPPY:
Uh, don't forget my husband's
Christmas gift!
It's in sewage.
It's a one-of-a-kind trinket.
Go fishing.
Ew.
(groaning)
HAPPY'S VOICE:
Attaboy!
Oh.
(sighs)
(groans)
So why don't you just tell
me where you're from, hmm?
Okay, I know
it's not L.A.,
'cause you'd never let a
weapon of mass destruction
strike where family lives, and,
I mean, even if you'd moved,
there'd be all those emotional
connections to your hometown.
Listen, you're not gonna
shrink me.
Want to know why?
Because the only
emotional connection I have
is to my cause.
And it's a cause
that I and my associates
plan on seeing through.
CABE:
Doc.
Just one second.
Hey...
I just heard from Walter.
They can't find the fob,
so I sure as hell hope
you got good news.
Cabe, this guy,
he-he's an ideologue.
He is hell-bent on
exposing Britain
by having their own satellite
attack the U.S.
I don't think there's
any way he's gonna reveal
the specific target before the
laser's been fired, Cabe.
W-We might be screwed here.
You're right.
As long as he thinks
he hasn't achieved his goals,
he's not gonna
tell us squat.
Cabe, trying to beat
the truth out of him
is not gonna work.
He is intractable.
Don't worry,
I have a plan.
I can make him sing.
Looks like they
sent in the “B” team.
Oh, great job, Cabe.
Better hope he sings
in his sleep.
Wake up!
(sirens approaching)
Looks like things got
interesting while I was out.
Oh, you happy,
you son of a bitch?
The laser fired, and there
is massive destruction,
all because of you
and your friends.
CABE:
Come on, Doc,
you got to get him to talk about
the target's location.
You can do this.
(siren sounds playing)
You... you caused
complete mayhem!
The logistics alone of
fixing what you destroyed
are impossible to figure.
And the dead...
(siren and helicopter sounds playing)
There are countless dead!
Yeah.
And that number's
just gonna get worse.
In a few years, when people
in the fallout zone
start getting sick...
Fallout zone?
Did you hear him?
It's nuclear.
Guys, the target
is nuclear.
We only have about 22 minutes
until the laser show.
There are only three
nuclear facilities in L.A.
You have the nuclear waste
storage depot in Lancaster,
the reactor in Pomona,
and the raw manufacturing plant
in Torrance.
Get the exact location.
If that laser hits
any of those facilities,
then the fallout
could kill millions.
You need to get that fob
before the satellite fires.
PAIGE:
In the process
of doing that right now, but
it's not like it's the key chain
giving us a signal to follow.
Oh, man, yes, it is.
The fob self-generates
its password,
so it must have
a Wi-Fi transmitter.
Check the Wi-Fi locator
on your phone.
If you get close to the fob,
you'll pick up
its Wi-Fi signal.
PAIGE:
Mm, no, nothing yet.
Me neither.
Then we keep moving
till we locate it.
Those guys are searching for
a 4½-ounce digital device
that's lost somewhere in the
massive L.A. sewer system.
The odds are overwhelming
they're not gonna track it down,
so we have to figure out which
of the three nuclear facilities
is in the crosshairs
so we can evacuate.
FLORENCE:
Was I not
direct with you people?
I thought I made
myself very clear.
(siren sound effects
continue playing)
Sirens?
Flashing lights-- is this
some kind of a party?
(trailer door opens)
Oh...
(sirens stop)
It seems that it is
some kind of party.
Uh,
I do not wish
to attend this party.
(grunting)
We can explain.
No need.
Good day.
Okay, she thinks
we kidnapped this guy,
she's gonna call
the actual cops.
They'll take him away from us.
You handle her.
Oh, Florence...
You guys were faking it?
You damn lying cops!
Still got nothing on my phone.
You got anything?
Yes, Paige, I got it,
but I'm not telling you
'cause I'm a double agent.
You really don't
trust me, do you?
Truthfully, no, I don't.
WALTER: Paige,
I think you'd feel
a lot better
if you just focused
on the task at hand.
Damn it, Walter, you focus
on the task at hand.
Don't try to solve
this problem for me.
Gemma, you are hiding something,
and it's more
than just your real name.
It could be benign,
or it could
be bad,
but one thing is for sure,
it is real,
and it is more than
just a vibe I have.
Ooh, I love it when you
Americans give speeches.
So John Wayne.
(trilling)
We got a Wi-Fi signal.
It's got to be the fob.
SYLVESTER:
There's a shutoff valve about
a quarter of a mile north
from where you are.
If you close it before
the fob passes through it,
then you can retrieve it
from a hatch in the pipe,
300 yards from your
current location.
On it.
Walter, I'll meet you
at the hatch.
Coming.
Okay, please, just
let me leave, okay?
I told you, we work
for the government.
You have nothing
to be concerned about.
I won't tell anyone
what I saw here today.
That's 'cause you didn't
see anything.
There was nothing untoward
going on here.
I saw a freaky,
terrifying man.
That's just Cabe.
No.
The man that you kidnapped.
You can call Homeland
Security, all right?
They're gonna vouch for us.
We don't kidnap.
We don't hold people
against their will.
All right, look,
I am gonna let you go,
but you need to promise me that
you'll just get in your car
and drive as far as you can
out of Los Angeles.
If you and your
weirdo friends think
that you're going to
intimidate me into moving
when I just set up my lab,
you are mistaken, sir.
Disengaging the shutoff valve
now!
Okay, we're at the hatch.
And the fob has to be in it
because I'm getting
a real strong Wi-Fi signal.
It's the strongest one yet.
Oh!
Oh...
(groans)
All right.
Okay, it should be in here,
but it's real dark,
it's hard to see.
Oh, I think I see
a blinking light.
Can you shine your
phone on it, please?
(rat squeaks loudly)
Whoa!
A rat's got the fob! Get it!
Okay...
(squeaking)
I got it cornered.
Oh, it must be attracted
to the slight vibrations
emanating from the fob.
It won't give it up
without a fight.
PAIGE:
Oh, great.
I have to tell
you something.
When I was on real hard
times, Ralph and I stayed
at a rat-infested
motel for a month,
and I developed a deep-seated
fear of these things.
You know, I am so sorry
to hear about that.
I understand your fears,
and I validate them.
I am not looking
for your understanding,
just solve the damn problem
and grab the rat.
I have no idea what you want
me to do anymore.
- Grab the rat!
- Fine!
(squeaking)
(screams)
Paige, grab the rat!
Oh, my God! Oh...
Uh, there's a drain back here.
The little sucker got
swept off into the river.
It's gone.
Rats.
That drain leads to the Hermosa
sewerage treatment plant.
It empties out
into a holding tank
that grinds up the debris
that's been washed downstream.
If we don't get that rat
before it reaches that facility,
Th-then the rat and the fob
will be ground to bits.
HAPPY: And we'll have
a nuclear disaster
on our hands,
'cause the satellite fires
in, uh, 16 minutes.
Okay, we're not far
from the treatment facility
now-- meet us there.
Socket wrench.
Ball-peen hammer.
Hacksaw.
Happy sure does have
some nice tools.
Cabe, can you
step outside a minute?
Yeah.
Be right back.
What is that, a stud finder?
You know, I can't
go near those things.
They always go off.
CABE:
Doc!
Are you crazy? What's the
deal with those tools?
I was just trying
to scare the guy into talking.
I wasn't gonna
hurt him... yet.
Cabe, he and his ilk,
they are anarchists.
Maybe you could
break him eventually,
but they've prepped for the
rough stuff if captured.
We don't have the time
to wait it out.
Wait, you got an idea?
Just spit it out.
No, no, no, no, no.
It's not my idea,
it's his idea.
Follow my logic.
If you're a
violent nutjob,
and you want to
really hurt people,
you come up with the
most horrible thing
you could do
to someone, right?
Like laser a nuclear facility.
Yeah.
You plan it, and
then you repeat it
over and over
in your head
till you can almost feel
the horror that you're
gonna cause others.
I mean, in fact,
this was so awful that, when you
come to after being knocked out,
you almost instantly mention
the nuclear fallout--
how it's gonna
riddle your victims
with radiation poisoning.
Now, can you imagine
how he would react
if his most terrible plan
was turned on him?
I got to find a map.
Where you going?
That dirtbag's gonna
get radiation poisoning.
And the tools were too much?
(tires screeching)
Come on, we got to find
the entry hatch
down to the holding tank.
Didn't you hear me
when I said
there's no way
I'm going into the sewer?
Move it, you baby.
Is that the pipe
that's fed from the drain?
According to the schematics.
Okay, grab a skimmer
and hold it under that pipe.
I'm gonna lean over the rail
and try to find
a Wi-Fi signal on my phone
so we'll know when
the rat's coming out.
I get to touch a rat?
This just keeps getting better.
TOBY:
See that?
Those are the three
nuclear facilities in L.A.
I've drawn a 30-mile
fallout radius
around each one.
Nowhere near us,
but you already knew that.
But right here,
where they intersect,
that is where there's going
to be substantial fallout
no matter which location is hit.
And guess what?
That's where you're going, pal.
Uh, you can't do that.
You're cops.
Am I? The British bird
had a gun and a badge.
I'm not carrying anything.
I'm no cop, dummy.
TOBY: And me,
I'm just a shrink,
a genius, and,
from what I'm told,
an enthusiastic lover.
CABE:
And I'm a suspended agent
with no badge, no gun,
no job and no reason
not to drag your sorry ass
to nuke central.
TOBY: See, what we're
gonna do is, uh,
gag you and then tie you up.
And then, we're gonna leave
you in the trunk of a car
with the taillight kicked in
so that you can breathe in
all that nastiness you've
unleashed on the city.
All that ungodly hell
you imagined would happen
to your victims,
it's gonna happen to you.
Yeah, you'll be hoisted upon
your own nuclear petard.
Have you ever seen what
radioactive exposure does
to the respiratory system?
Whew...
(whispers): Bronchogenic
carcinoma is ugly business.
Let's go for a ride.
All right, all right, all right.
The target is a nuclear
power plant in Pomona.
Guys, the target is
the Pomona nuclear power plant.
Repeat, the Pomona
nuclear power plant.
Copy that,
my enthusiastic lover.
Yeah, we heard it all.
Okay, good work.
Uh, Cabe, call the PD.
- Have the area evacuated.
- Already on it.
Sly, I need your tablet.
Can you give him my tablet?
Don't drop it.
Uh, no offense, Walter, I think
I should probably catch it.
I concur.
One, two, three.
Okay, good work.
Now, Gemma, I need you to
get me onto the satellite
for the control portal
so that when we get the fob,
we can enter in the password
and shut down the laser.
Four minutes until
detonation.
Where the hell is
that damn rat?
It's got to be on its way out
any second
'cause my Wi-Fi is at full bars.
Sly, get ready.
(grunts)
(rat squeaks)
(squeaking)
(laughing):
Yes!
Nice work, Sly!
(screaming)
Sly!
Sly!
Help!
Sly!
Help me!
WALTER: Sly, don't let
the force pull you under
or the grinder
will tear you apart!
Help!
(blades whirring)
TOBY:
Well, move parallel
to the water's pull--
if you fight it too much,
you're gonna get exhausted
and go under.
Find that fob. The satellite
fires in two minutes!
Don't think I can
stay up much longer!
Help!
(gurgling):
Help me!
I think I lost the rat!
Um, no you didn't.
(rat squeaking)
(shouting)
Mr. Rodent, be cool.
(grunting)
Oh.
Oh, I got it.
Here!
“91287656.”
Okay.
I'm in control of the satellite.
Help!
Sly's losing strength.
WALTER: Damn it, final countdown
protocol's already begun.
I-I can't stop
the laser from firing.
Walter!
Do something.
Uh, uh...
Toby, how thick
is the concrete shield
around the Pomona reactor?
All right,
pulling up the specs
on the public works site now.
- Why?
- 'Cause I am gonna
redirect the laser to strike
where we are now.
PAIGE: What?
It'll kill all of us.
No. It will save
both the nuclear reactor
and Sly.
If the laser
hits a reactor,
the nuclear material
will cause an explosion,
but there are no
munitions in here.
It would be a
surgical strike
on the motor running the
gears below Sly's feet.
I follow your thinking, boss,
and I like it.
Waitress, give me
my husband's key chain.
(groans)
(quietly):
Okay.
HAPPY'S VOICE:
Attaboy.
More like attagirl.
20 seconds.
CABE:
Concrete casing
is 12 feet thick.
WALTER: Good.
This facility's only half that;
the laser will penetrate.
I hope you know
what you're doing.
Uh, me, too, because I'm done
redirecting the laser
to fire on the GPS coordinates
of the key chain.
Ten seconds!
Uh, everybody get down.
PAIGE:
But you said we
couldn't explode!
Yeah, I know, but y-you know.
Space laser.
In five seconds!
SYLVESTER:
Walter!
(rumbling)
I'm okay!
I'm okay, I'm okay.
Sly! Just hold on a bit, pal.
We're gonna get a rope
to pull you out.
Could you hurry up?
There's a rat swimming around
down here with me.
Yeah.
(rat squeaking)
Bro, you're gonna
take your skin off.
I am forever unclean.
GEMMA: Agent Gleason
thanks you all
for your incredible work today.
As do parliament
and the royal family.
The royal family?
Hey, that's not bad.
Uh, Gemma?
When I was in control
of the satellite, I
noticed coding patterns
that were clearly
not British.
Not even Western.
That wasn't a British satellite,
was it?
No.
But it is now.
Be well, Scorpion.
(door closes)
She tricked us into stealing
a satellite for MI6!
I told you I had a vibe about
her. I'm calling Homeland.
Paige, um, I'm still figuring
out our relationship,
but one thing I know for certain
is you know people.
You have a vibe, I take note.
So when I was controlling
the satellite,
I changed its orbit.
It'll spin into deep
space within six hours.
It's useless to them.
Are you mad that
I solved your problem?
Course not.
You trusted me.
I'm never gonna figure this out.
Welcome to women, son.
England's gonna be mad.
They let hackers compromise
it; they weren't ready
for such a weapon.
Oh, man. I better make sure
that payment from MI6
wired through
before they find out
what you did.
(buffer stops)
HAPPY'S VOICE:
Attaboy.
TOBY:
Hey.
A new Attaboy.
(quietly):
That's my girl.
HAPPY:
Hey, roomie.
Ha, “roomie.”
Those were good times.
Even if you did
cheat at board games.
What?
Listen, dummy.
Take it from me.
Being closed off is not the best
way to deal with your problems.
I'm not closed off.
Come on, man.
You're “bank on Sunday” closed.
Is this coming from Toby?
You'd think
he was charging me
the way he wants
to keep me in therapy.
And our talks are confidential.
All he said
was you quit sessions
and he's worried.
'Cause he cares about you,
and I do, too.
And I know that if I had
something going on
that a doctor needed to look at,
you'd drag me to the hospital
if I wouldn't go.
Okay, you better be back
in the trailer tomorrow,
or I'll drag you there myself.
Money's deposited. We're good.
(Paige clears throat)
(whispers):
What's, um...
what's Ralph working on?
A gift for Patty.
It's an atomic watch.
Oh, I hate this crush.
She's too old for him,
and she's gonna break his heart.
Can't you say something
genius to cool his jets?
Yes, but I won't.
Paige, the reason
why I am so clueless, uh,
with relationships as an adult
is because I never experimented
with them when I was a kid.
Now, do you really want Ralph
to end up the same way
that you found me
three years ago?
No, I... I just don't
want him to get hurt.
Sounds like you're trying
to solve his problem.
Maybe we should just
support him?
Don't use my words against me.
Okay, well,
with respect to Patty, I'm going
to withhold my judgment
until I have all the facts.
PATTY: Sylvester, let's go.
Council meeting in 20 minutes.
Well, get ready
to collect some data.
We're debating pooper-
scooper legislation.
Great. More poop.
Let me just pack up.
Hey, Patty. I
made this for you.
An atomic watch.
Know how much you care
about punctuality,
so, you'll never have to stress
about being late again.
Cool. Thanks, kiddo.
(quietly):
Nice work.
My woman had a problem,
and I solved it.
I don't know where he got that.
(door opens)
We got to start
locking that door.
TOBY:
Hey, Flo.
What can we do for you?
FLORENCE:
It's Florence.
I tried to get out
of my lease. I cannot.
So I think
that we need to
lay down some ground rules.
One,
quiet is important to me,
so I would appreciate it
if you kept it down
when possible.
Sounds reasonable.
And I agree that I will
reach out to you first,
before using chemical warfare,
so to speak.
Also reasonable.
Though I will knock
before entering, so that I don't
interrupt your activities
with any more bound
and gagged men.
I assure you,
that rarely happens.
PAIGE: You know,
you can even knock
when we're being quiet.
Just to stop by
and grab some coffee.
We're neighbors, right?
Okay.
When I was in high school,
the chemistry lab
was next to the gym.
Kids used to throw basketballs
at the wall to disturb my work.
She sounds like us.
See? Just needed
to give her a chance.
Well, I'm withholding judgment
until I have more facts.
(insects chirping, cat meows)
Hey.
Hey.
Well?
“Well,” what?
Look at me, Walter. I...
I didn't have
any of my beauty products.
Don't you see why
I need all that stuff now?
I see absolutely no difference.
You're kidding me.
No.
All I see is the most beautiful
woman that I have ever seen.
I-I truly see no difference.
You know how
you were confused today
about the right thing
or the wrong thing to say?
You just said
the exact right thing.
Ow.
I-I think I have my hand
stuck in your hair...
- I know, just don't pull-- ow, ow.
- Okay.
Ow.
Yeah.
Maybe a slight difference
without the conditioner.
(both laugh softly)